Whatever happened to the crazy dames with the red ruby lips?
Whatever happened to the burning flames with swing on the hips?
She makes you turn when she passes you by
With a cool kind of look in her eye
She’s like a flash from a movie show
Playing up to ‘Marlowe’.
Stiletto heels clicking on the sidewalk
Tight skirts and ruby red lips
Stiletto heels are bound to make the boys talk
About her legs and her wiggling hips
She doesn’t need to speak a word at all
For her figure kind of says it all
They talk about her in the neighbourhood
For good looks get around
She’s always dropping in to Hollywood
With the gents of the town
She likes to flirt with the right kind of man
But she can turn ’em into clay in her hand
And with the sound of her tiny feet
She’ll turn heads on Main Street
Stiletto heels clicking on the sidewalk
Tight skirts and ruby red lips
Stiletto heels are bound to make the boys talk
About her legs and her wiggling hips
She doesn’t need to speak a word at all
For her figure kind of says it all
Well, here she comes again, walking on Main Street
(«Hello, Sailor!»)
Stiletto heels clicking on the sidewalk
Tight skirts and ruby red lips
Stiletto heels are bound to make the boys talk
About her legs and her wiggling hips
She doesn’t need to speak a word at all
For her figure kind of says it all
Stiletto heels clicking on the sidewalk
Tight skirts and ruby red lips
Stiletto heels are bound to make the boys talk
About her legs and her wiggling hips
Stiletto heels clicking on the sidewalk
Tight skirts and ruby red lips
Stiletto heels are bound to make the boys talk
About her legs and her wiggling hips
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